Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.